my mind was not on the words as i read them or were they spoken regardless i still don’t have a to… you need two halves for the ride having only one, i had to settle f…

loud louder loudest loudest yet louder still more

the thin pentacles growing tentacl… covering over as if by suffocation the dwelling in which you live and know what fine line lays between each second of a minute

if only to have him see that the inside of the marble wont roll, tilted but the pink of the rose will go up the nose

if it was as if the butterfly had just landed, no –lifted in fli… or the breath of it just touched the branch as if begging for (information), h…

i think time stop or is standing s… so still that you can’t see the wh… as the sun kisses upon your sill maybe paw prints will design the f… once again this might be a hard pi…

i don’t know where they come from i don’t know where they are going they have a mind of their own they speak about UN-understandabl… i sometimes search for them

some grow up with a spot to fill a title to live a for runner of things to come

was going to put it in the mail an… but changed my mind fearing the en… words sailing in a little boat crossing the ocean and the moat landing on shore as waves guide

flossing with gold thread as the kitty spills the milk this idea might just work caught in the invisible web glares from the stares

with it’s icy soaking fiery gaze it all ended, blown away with out a care, for the other what did he mean by that when he wrote it with red pen